Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day, and people fell silent as muffled drums approached from the west, and squads of these creatures the color of the air behind them painted, and they had the semblance of streaming pennons as they took hold of hands, thus making beautiful snowflakes that went in the wrong direction out of every person you have ever corresponded with, Out of every person on planet earth. She stood watching it from an angle, from damaged staircases that hung at dangerous angles, unable to support her weight, wishing she could reach up and hold it in place with her bare hands.